I don’t want sweaty cash—

that’s what everybody else gets.

There are invisible currencies

like ocean currents

that move


in the night

like lost maidens of the deep

wearing flowing white robes

that billow behind them.

One, is a waitress


by her forced love of customers

She tap-dances for tips

full of crazy energy

and exotic desire

to mount unexpecting men.

She has a soft beautiful body

The other women

smile subtly at me

in stores

wanting to talk

to escape their tiny boxes of merchandise.

A Spanish Goddess, with a sly smile, and flowing black hair

A Greek Orthodox Princess, wearing a silk blouse

A girl still in high school—but she looks 24

“I wish I was famous,” I said. “There would be no rules.”


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